Fireclaw
Canopy Cadet
Dark Times Lie Ahead.... For The Lazy
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Post by Fireclaw on Feb 25, 2008 17:12:41 GMT
Name Fireclaw
Gender, Red Weapon Bow and arrows Age teen Personality Can make reed flutes and other things. History Dab sv the tribe Short * A sturdy squrrile comes to say hello.* Hey there mate how's it going?
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Feb 26, 2008 20:24:08 GMT
Fireclaw, I would like you to RP the form for the following reasons; You replied to "Gender, Species and Appearance" with, "Gender, Red." Being able to make reed flutes and "other things" is not a full personality with quirks and faults. It is a skill. I also require you character's history, not your ROC one! ;D Finally, I asked that the RP example be at least 3 paragraphs. You post 13 words, with incorrect spelling and grammar.
Well done, however, on getting right your character's name and weapon. Please re-post the form.
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Post by Lettuceleaf on Feb 27, 2008 22:08:10 GMT
Name: Lettuceleaf Horatio Gender: Male Species:Hare Appearance: Lettuceleaf is, like most hares, moderately tall. Although not athletic, he has a lean build, and a roughly triangular face. He has hazel eyes, always glinting with humor and wit, and a blotch on one ear faintly green-colored. He has, to his eternal shame and embarrassment, large buck teeth, which make him look rather odd when speaking. He normal attire is a red tunic with a traveling cloak draped around it in cold weather. He has bigger feet than most, which grant him the gift of being very quick. Weapon: Rapier, though he seldom uses it. Age : He is 100 seasons (25 years) old, so just getting out of his teenage stage and into adulthood. Personality: Lettuceleaf is a very social, outgoing hare, always witty and comical. Although he tends to be rude and assuming, he is always good for a laugh. One of his quirks is the fact that he is insomniac. This probably attributes to his endless amounts of coiled energy; Lettuceleaf is always on the move and becomes bored quite easily. Although he is decent with a sword, he is horrible with long-range weapons and only so-so with unarmed combat. He is altogether confident and comedic in his approach to life. History: Lettuceleaf was born to Dewdrop and Horatio on Salamandastron mountain, but did not stay there for long. He was chosen, along with four other infant hares, to be sent to Redwall as part of an attempt to strengthen the bond between the two fortresses. As an ‘ambassador’, the hare spent his childhood at the Abbey. At Dibbun age, he joined the popular and ever threatening ‘resistance’: Dibbuns Against Bedtime. Here he met most of the friends he would spend his teenaged days with.
Once raised to 60 seasons, the hare was sent back to Salamandastron, still an ambassador. He fulfilled his childhood dream of joining the famous and perilous Long Patrol, but did not find it to his liking. The constant drilling, marching, and dusty living was a far cry from the comfort of Redwall that he had grown used to. Quitting the Patrol, he left Salamandastron and decided to become a rover.
Still headstrong, the hare assumed he could make it as a rover. Unfortunately, he soon faced the reality of living off of nature, and nearly starved to death before a troupe of creatures found him. The beasts took him to Brockhall, a cavernous home underneath the legendary tree. He finished his teenage years there under Brockhall’s leader, Moonpaw, and became captain of their riverboat, the Shadowcast.
At 25 seasons, Lettuceleaf took a voyage down the River Moss and, after falling down a very small waterfall, lost his way. He soon found Terralux, a village that seemed friendly enough. After meeting the village’s leader, Terragon, at a tavern, he stayed there, becoming quite comfortable with the beasts living there, and even began to hone his skills with a blade.
After some seasons at Terralux, the hare received word of a Tournament being hosted at his long-forgotten home, Redwall. After a word of farewell to Terragon and his villager friends, he traveled back to the Abbey and signed up. Because of his short-range training at Terralux, he made it quite far, but was eventually disarmed and defeated by Riverstar, who hailed from his old home Brockhall.
Although he intended to traverse back to Terralux or Brockhall after the Tournament, he met up with Sunset, Raiden, and Riverstar, who persuaded him to join up with the Sea patrol. There he was reaqquainted with old friends from both Salamandastron, Redwall, Brockhall, and even one or two Terraluxians. He spent several seasons with the Patrol, fending off vermin from the coast. He found the more informal Sea patrol much more to his liking than the strict Long Patrol.
After a while, the hare grew too old to patrol, and settled back down at Redwall. Unfortunately, once there, he caught a bad cough. In his younger days, he could have had some medicine and leapt back up, but now he was old and feeble, and the sickness forced him in bed for a season. Although he fought it well, the cough eventually killed him. He was buried on a hillock between Salamandastron, Terralux, Redwall, and brockhall, his homes.
Short RP Example: **Following Regen, a hare scrambled into the tavern, his worn maroon tunic slightly askew. His eyes roving over the various beasts present, the hare straightened the collar of his tunic, attempting to look slightly orderly. He strolled over them nonchalently; although he was a newcomer to Terralux, the beasts could hardly deny him a drink and a chat. Extending an arm in greeting, the hare winked at Regen, terragon, and his fellow newcomer, Aurora.**
H'llo. My name is Lettuceleaf. You may have heard o' me. Probably not, eh? **He chuckles lightly, taking a seat on a stool.** So, nice bally weather we're havin' 'round here, wot? **His playful hazel eyes focus on Aurora. **Ah, so they've persuaded a lovely haremaiden to come down t'greet me. Well, jolly well considerate of you, my good squirrel. **With this last remark, he gives an elegant bow to Terragon.**
(a previous RP, from my entrance to Terralux. I know it's only two paragraphs, but this is the best I've done in a while. So, pwn my face if you will.)
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Feb 28, 2008 19:16:31 GMT
'Kay, the green blotch on his ear is a little... odd. Were he a hedgehog, that might be more understandable. Other than that, the descriptions of your character were well-written and clear.
Your RP, though short and undetailed, is a good starting block from which to build upon. I'd be interested in RPing alongside your character on other parts of the site; it's very unusual to see a non-stuish hare character at the moment.
Grade 2. Very well done to you, Lettuceleaf. ;D A few detailed RPs around the site will see you promoted to Grade 1. You can also now continue with your duel. Sorry for the slight interlude while you signed-up here.
EDIT: Fireclaw, I'd advice you using the way Lettuceleaf posted his form as a basic example for yours.
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Fireclaw
Canopy Cadet
Dark Times Lie Ahead.... For The Lazy
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Post by Fireclaw on Mar 2, 2008 1:04:18 GMT
Name Fireclaw Gender, Male Species and Appearance Red, Blue eyes, Is an agile sturdy squrrile.Wears a green tunic with a belt and a diffrent things on the belt. Has a bow strung over his back and a dagger in his belt . Weapon Bow/Dirk/blowpipe
Age Teen
Personality Has a skill for building things and can scout decently. Loves questing but is a little to sure of himself.
History Its a sad sad tale. All he new when he was young was the wip and rowing. Slasher silvereyes the evil ferret killed his parents poor farmers. But he had a warrior flame that even slasher was afraid of. His only kin was a sister who was younger then him they were split up when he was young. When they had docked in mossflower a ferret named darkclaw had snuck aboard. He was a great lockpicker and had fireclaw free in no time. The made out in the night but fireclaw has swarn revenge on slasher. He hopes to find his sister sometime. Darkclaw went to the tribe and fireclaw stayed here
Short (3 - 15 paragraphs) * Fireclaw is up in a tree he waves to you.* Hello mate hows it going? * He then plays a little on his flute.*
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Mar 2, 2008 7:54:41 GMT
Fireclaw! The only thing you've done any different is remark upon your character's clothing, give him a stu-ish, unoriginal history and this time post 23 words.
Before I completely lose my temper - because you have been refusing for nearly a year now to listen to Geordie, Stoakly or myself - can I ask a question that, this time, requires nothing more than a simple yes/no answer; do you understand what a paragraph is?
Please re-post your form using Lettuceleaf's as an example.
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Mar 2, 2008 13:56:04 GMT
Em...yeah. ........ Okay. Let's see.
We appear to have a mild personality issue here, going from 'can make reed flutes and other things'. Terri, I believe this is quite familiar; you should double- and possible triple-check his IP. Until then, I can take over. I need a new project.
Fireclaw! Listen up, pal..I'm not even going to try and go through that post, it's so bad that I couldn't correct even one sentence without making it into the gibberish it was. So I want you to start like this. Fill out this form, here. Fill it out in complete sentences. Every single question. When you fill out Name, it should not say 'Fireclaw.' It should say 'My name is Fireclaw' or something to similar effect. The same goes for all the other questions. Simple answers, in sentences, as if you were a first-grader, say, learning to write. I don't know where you went to school, pal, but you obviously missed out on English grammar, spelling, and normal language mechanics. I want capital letters for names and the beginning of sentences, commas where needed, and periods at the end of every sentence. Your personality should include character traits, not if you can make a reed flute or no. I want strengths and weaknesses. This means how you act, not if you can make a reed flute and play hooky with a sabre. Your personality should include at least three sentences, listing both traits: strengths and weaknesses. Normally I would want more, but you had trouble with coming up with one before now. And spell 'squirrel' correctly, fer cryin' out loud. It is not spelled 'sqrrel, squril' or anything else. It is spelled, 'squirrel'. If you need a reminder, it is on the banner, in plain sight from any page of this website.
Name: Species: Gender: Age: Personality: We'll talk after seeing if you can do that. You have to be able to write sentences and paragraphs before you start trying to copy Brian Jaques.
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tamar
Canopy Cadet
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Post by tamar on Mar 3, 2008 20:03:55 GMT
Name: Tamar Elizabeth Mooreland
Gender: Female
Species: Grey Squirrel
Appearance: Tamar is a plain grey squirrel with redish brown fur on her head and back and a white stomach. She wears a plain green smock and doesn't go out for finery. She's rather petite and her figure's not bad but she carries herself strait and tall and rather smug.
Weapon: short bow. She tried long bow but the string was too difficult for her to pull back The short bow that once belonged to her grandfather was a perfect fit.
Age: young adult, about 20years
Personality: Tamar is independent and proud. She may be Mossflower's one true feminist. She has officially sworn off love. But that doesn't mean a certain male squirrel couldn't get to her if he really tried. She likes to read about the female heroins of the past and is particularly taken with Trisscar Swordmaid and Abbess Song. However, Tamar is mostly nonviolent even though she's a pretty good shot with her bow and arrows. Her independent streak has the tendency to get her into trouble because she often refuses to let another beast help her (especially if they be male)
History: Tamar was born into a happy little dray aways outside of Terralux but she grew up hearing stories about it from her grandfather. He was a warrior and wanderer and always had tales to tell when he stopped by to visit. When she was still a dibbun one of his visits came at a very opportune moment. A band of thieving vermin came to the dray and threatened the squirrel family. The parents were hard pressed and hid their little daughter under the bed but she saw the whole thing: first her parents' death and then the retribution that her Grandfather met out to their murderers. He found her hiding place and took her with him on his travels. The old warrior taught his granddaughter that she could be anything she wanted to be but he never meant for her to be a fighter like himself. He longed more than anything to bring her to Terralux: a place of peace where she could be with other squirrels her own age and maybe settle down. Tamar would roll her eyes at her grandfather's scheme but she was curious about Terralux. However it seemed that every time he got ready to travel in that direction something came up that prevented it. When finally came of age he was determined. They began their journey and then not long before they reached the fabled squirrel village he took ill. They had to stop once again and find shelter. Tamar did everything she knew to bring him back to health but all her efforts failed and he passed away to Dark Forest before her very eyes. She grieved for him for many weeks and by the time she was ready to set forth on the journey once again winter was well on the way. She decided to stay right where she was until the spring not knowing that the gates of Terralux were only a short walk from her small shelter.
Short (3 - 15 paragraphs) RP Example: *She wasn't sure if it was real or a dream but she could see her grandfather. He was just the other side of Dark Forest Gate.* Grandfather I'm here. I've come to you at last. I've missed you so. *But he didn't look very happy to see her.* Didn't you miss me Grandfather? Aren't you glad I've come?
*one of his paws held onto the gate the other pointed back the way she had come* GO! *his voice echoed in an unearthly way*
But Grandfather I don't want to go back. I want to stay with you. There's pain there and sorrow and . . .
*He finished for her* . . . and there is joy. More than you've ever known, my dear Tamar. Somebeast is waiting for you there.
But Grandfather it's so hard I don't know if I can do it. *She reached out wanting to touch him but he was always just out of her reach*
You must take the pain with the pleasure and the sorrow with the joy. And he will help you. *His voice began to fade away*
But who is he Grandfather? How will I know him? *she was being pulled away, back toward the pain but she longed for just one more word she longed to hear him say her name once more*
You'll know when he calls to you.
*Then she heard the voice. It was the same voice that had called her out of the dark when she was in the snow and he was calling her name. She opened her eyes reluctantly and looked into the face of the squirrel. The pain was intense but the pleasure of seeing the relief in his eyes lessened it somewhat.*
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Mar 3, 2008 22:25:47 GMT
'Heroine' has an e in it. Else it's heroin...which you didn't mean to say. Behe..
Terragon can answer the rest of this.
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tamar
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Post by tamar on Mar 4, 2008 12:53:46 GMT
'Heroine' has an e in it. Else it's heroin...which you didn't mean to say. Behe.. see the problem with spellcheck is if your typos spell out actual words it's useless thanks Baraka, I'll work on it. Silas asked me to bring the character over from another site and I'm trying to adapt her to Terralux which I know little if nothing about. Is there a thread somewhere that explains what, where, when, Terralux is and what's going on? Because I'm a little lost. I'm working on this too. What can I say? 20 some odd years of using quotations marks is a hard habit to break. I'll have another go at it when I get a chance
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Post by Tinsy Stormsight on Mar 4, 2008 12:57:58 GMT
Quotation marks are fine. I always use quotation marks. Well, I'm pretty sure I'm not really supposed to..but we get plenty of leeway for whatever we want around here. As long as you're using correct grammar and not being a n00b, this is a fairly relaxed site rping-wise. Plot...I'm gonna write something up when I'm done my economics paper that will explain the world and the plot and stuff..'cuz Terralux isn't exactly a pure Redwall rp, so it needs a bit of explanation for new people.
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Post by Terragon Scrufftail on Mar 4, 2008 19:17:06 GMT
A'right, spelling and grammar is your main problem at the moment.
Your character's history also needs some work. Think about whether Tamar absolutely has to lose her parents. If she can't be Tamar without being an orphan, consider a more original way of 'getting rid' of her family.
The RP was a little bit sue-ish. Visits from residents of the Dark Forest generally should be avoided, but otherwise, fine.
So, priorities: History and spelling/grammar - number one on the list. The RP is less important, because the rest of the thread the example is from was mainly okay.
Grade 2. Well done. Feel free to sign-up for any of the Guilds.
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tamar
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Post by tamar on Mar 4, 2008 20:37:24 GMT
The RP was admittedly not my best but I tried to choose something with a conversation in it so I could practice the format with the *'s and everything. Here's another try at the personality and history:
Personality: Tamar is independent and proud. She may be Mossflower's one true feminist. She has officially sworn off romantic love. But that doesn't mean a certain male squirrel couldn't get to her if he really tried. She likes to hear stories about the heroines of the past and is particularly taken with Trisscar Swordmaid and Abbess Song. Tamar is mostly nonviolent even though she's a pretty good shot with her bow and arrows. She's seen fighting while traveling with her grandfather and she never liked the outcome of it. It's a very different thing to hear about it in a story than to actually take part in the action. Her independent streak has the tendency to get her into trouble because she often refuses to let another beast help her (especially if they be male). She has a bit of a double standard in this though. She would offer to help anybeast who came into her path and would be terribly offended if they didn't accept her help.
History: Tamar was born into a happy little dray aways outside of Terralux but she grew up hearing stories about it from her grandfather. He was a warrior and wanderer and always had tales to tell when he stopped by to visit. She was fascinated with the old squirrel and always said she wanted to be just like him. She begged to be allowed to go along on his adventures but was always told she was too young or that she was just a girl. When she was just out of dibbunhood a thing happened that changed her life. Her mother had a second child. It was a little male and everybeast doted on him terribly. He was a colicky infant and demanded every moment of his parents time and attention. Tamar was annoyed with him from the start. Oh she loved him. He was her little brother after all, but before he had come along she could do whatever she wanted now she had to help with the wash and the cooking because everybeast else was busy with the baby. She hated being delegated to female's work and resented the fact that everybeast expected her to come magically into some kind of nurturing instinct at the moment she saw the sweet, tiny, little baby. Her grandfather came to see the new addition as soon as he heard but he was wise in accommodating his time around the big sister. This was the best time Tamar had experienced since the birth of her brother. So, when her grandfather had to leave only a short while after he had arrived she was nearly heartbroken. She made a plan. After he left she gave him a half-day head start. She didn't want anyone to think that he had stolen her away. It was her choice to go and she would be responsible for it. She followed his trail as he himself had taught her to do and after two days she finally caught up. He couldn't bring her home now. He had places to be; appointments that must be kept. So, he brought her along. He kept meaning to bring her back to her parents but something always got in his way and to tell the truth he really enjoyed the little maid's company. The old warrior taught his granddaughter that she could be anything she wanted to be but he never meant for her to be a fighter like himself. He longed more than anything to bring her to Terralux: a place of peace where she could be with other squirrels her own age and maybe settle down. Tamar would roll her eyes at her grandfather's scheme, but she was curious about Terralux. However it seemed that every time he got ready to travel in that direction something came up that prevented it. When finally came of age he was determined. They began their journey and then not long before they reached the fabled squirrel village he took ill. They had to stop once again and find shelter. Tamar did everything she knew to bring him back to health but all her efforts failed and he passed away to Dark Forest before her very eyes. She grieved for him for many weeks and by the time she was ready to set forth on the journey once again winter was well on the way. She decided to stay right where she was until the spring not knowing that the gates of Terralux were only a short walk from her small shelter.
I am using a spell checker so if there's still a problem let me know. Like I said spell check doesn't do much if your typos are actual words. Grammar (especially commas) is the bane of my existence but I am working on it.
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Reema
Canopy Cadet
Spontaneously combusting coconuts. :3
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Post by Reema on Mar 9, 2008 17:30:02 GMT
Name: Reema
Gender: Female
Species: Mole
Appearance: Reema is, to say shortly, a mole of average appearance. There are no easily visible distinguishing features that set her apart from the rest of her species. Her fur is a dark chocolate brown, very gradually pinking as you go down from her beady, ebony eyes to her snout. Her nose is small and completely pink. Her paws are slightly pink in pallor, and her claws are a bit undersized, though still quite blunt and powerful. She wears an old hand-me-down from her family, a homespun brown smock that she had grown into as she went from her Dibbun age to her teenage, more mature seasons. Upon her stubby legs, she wears a dark, obsidian pair of thin pants, that just barely touches her ankles. A small, black belt is always tied around her waist, where her small pouch of stones is latched to it from her right side. On her left, she hangs her sling from the belt. During her travels, she dons a dark, forest-green cloak around her shoulders, with a hood that just fits her head.
Weapon: An average sling and a pouch of stone projectiles.
Age: At fifteen years, Reema is at her teenage seasons (about 60 seasons).
Personality: Quirks[/u] Reema, like most goodbeasts, is a cheerful character. She likes to make new friends pretty much wherever she goes, and her sense of humor almost always helps to do so. She is energetic and will willingly help others as best as her abilities can muster, which is, compared to most moles, quite sufficient. At most times, she has a ready smile plastered on her face and a greeting at her lips.
Faults Though Reema is generally a good-natured mole, she can also have a quick temper at times. Tracing back to her Dibbun seasons, she can be quite huffy when she doesn’t get her ways, though this is usually when she is tired or just waking up from an insomnia-filled, fitful sleep. Also, her appetite is near always whetted enough to demolish a few large platters of food or, as some may say (though not necessarily true), can compare to the insatiable appetite of a hare. This mainly comes from her readily-available energy, and as she strives to use it, her desire for food becomes nearly unbearable.
Skills[/u] As all moles go, Reema can dig large holes incredibly fast using her blunt digging claws, which she often does. Because of this, she is quite an able creature, and can help lift heavy objects. Also, as she had been practicing with a sling since she was out of her Dibbun seasons, her aim with the weapon is quite good, and she can throw stones for a good distance before they fall to the ground.
History: Reema was born in the Abbey of Redwall, to two overprotective parents. During her infancy, she spent much of her time either between her mother and father, or in the dormitory where she slept, peering out the window at other Dibbuns playing on the lawns during a sunny day. When she was finally old enough to think a bit for herself, she started to sneak out of the dormitory during both day and night, shaping her rebellious nature when she was but a Dibbun.
Shortly after she began sneaking away from her parents, she joined the infamous DAB, where, although not many of the others could share kindred feelings, she earned most of her friends. During this time, she was given her first sling and stones. It was a small, infant-sized weapon, and the stones were just pebbles, but she was happy, even though she didn’t know how to use it.
Once she grew old enough to be alone, Reema started to give up most of her mischievous ways, though some she found were good to keep for dire situations. She started to wander around Mossflower Woods, and in doing so, met an old hermit who taught her the proper technique for handling and using a sling. Once her short training was finished, she was given a larger set of sling and pouch, which she carries around with her all the time, even to this day.
Feeling the need for adventure one day, Reema secretively stole out of the Abbey, with a haversack stuffed with various edibles and drinks in tow. She traveled for nearly a month before coming to Terralux, where she decided to stay with the other inhabitants. To this day, she has been settled right there.
RP Example: It was nighttime. The half moon was shining clearly and brightly, casting down its luminescent beams of light upon the quiet woodlands below. Stars shimmered in the navy vaults of sky, their placements askew as opposed to the position of the moon. Down on the ground, it was a peaceful scene; nothing stirred from its serene sleep, crickets out late chirruped their midnight song, and gentle breezes played through the leaves of the loosely-packed trees. It was there that one traveler was making her way through.
Reema, a short, jolly-looking mole, was making her way through the forest, using the stars up above her head as a guide. Over her brown, dusty smock and black pants, her rich dark-green cloak fluttered slightly in the wind. Her hood was off her head, folding down upon itself and onto the back of her cloak as the breeze blew down upon it. She kept a paw on her belt, gripping her sling loosely, while the other she used to ward off any overhanging foliage that might get into her way. Her beady eyes roved hither and thither as she scanned her surroundings, a smile plastered on her lips as the peaceful night welcomed her fully.
She decided to camp right there and then, sitting down and resting against the tough trunk of an aging sycamore. She crossed one of her stubby legs over the other as she made herself comfortable. The molemaid had left her haversack back with some traveler who was carrying all his stuff; it was empty anyways, and she didn’t need it anymore. Now, she scraped at the soil that held a large button mushroom in place. When it gave way and the fungus was easily in her heavy digging claws, she dusted off the stray dirt and chewed on the mushroom slowly. Shortly thereafter, she fell asleep.
Dawn brought Reema awake, and she left the campsite, humming to herself. If she continued at this steady pace, she could get to the end of the forest by dusk, when the sun was setting low over the horizon. The though cheered her to no ends; if all went well, she could see the ocean soon. With gusto, she increased her speed, the cloak set about her shoulders trailing out behind her like a wedding veil.
The first she saw of civilization was a small hut, set on firm ground. She scratched her head, murmuring to herself, “Oi didn’t know h’anybeast cudd live yurrabout.” Still scratching her head, she made for the hut.
Once she came to the front entrance, she rapped lightly on the tough oaken door. Taking a step back, she observed the homely abode. It was made of logs, with a thatched roof set on top. Reema smiled to herself, wondering if there were any more miniature log cabins set in this area of woodlands.
Her slight reverie was broken as a hedgehog answered the door. She was old, her spikes graying, her face strewn with ancient wrinkles. A small, humble dress was draped over her.
When the hedgehog smiled, her wrinkles grew more prominent, and she waved inside. “Would ye like to come in?” she offered, her bright eyes focused on the molemaid. “There’s plenty of room, and food aplenty for the both of us.”
Reema’s face split into a smile as she bowed her head respectfully. Trundling in, she answered, “Thankee vurry much, marm. Oi’d be honored to take thoi offer.” As she shuffled inwards, she found out that there was only one room in the entire hut; a bed was at one corner, a stove in another, and in the middle was a small, wood-carved table with two stools tucked underneath.
The hedgehog closed the door quietly and bustled to the oven. Pulling it open, she grabbed a small oven mitt and pulled out a pan. Reema had to force herself to stop salivating at the smell of the freshly-baked bread. The ancient hedgehog chuckled as she set the tray on the table and split it in two. “That’s the general reaction I get when I take the bread from the oven. Help yourself, young ‘un.”
They ate in silence for a moment. Reema relished the taste of the bread, with its golden-brown crust and soft, white inside. When she was halfway through her portion of the loaf, she looked at her host and asked, “Excuse oi, but cudd ee tell oi whurr this place be’s?”
The hedgehog giggled, a high-pitched, young sound that contradicted her age. She waved to her back, indicating the forest behind her. “Young ‘un, this is a grand old place, grand indeed. It’s like nothin’ you’ve never seen. Welcome to Terralux.”
Reema’s eyebrows arched as she repeated the word with wonder. “Ter’lux.”
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Post by Oakrose & Crew on Mar 9, 2008 20:14:38 GMT
Name: Rushriver Narome Wildriver Gender, Species and Appearance: Gender: Male Species: Otter Fur: White, but it turns brownish during the spring and summer months. Eyes: His eyes are dark brown with flecks of lighter shades here and there. Other: "The White Otter" is taller than most of his kind, and hefty. Most of it is muscle, but he has a slight beer gut. Rushriver usually wears dark shades to highly contrast his fur. Sometimes he is forced (by Clearstream) to don something other that a tunic and pants that make him always look like he's going to a funeral. Weapon: Broadsword, otter javelins, and whatever comes to paw is used to fight. Age: Adult, twenty-one. Personality: (Don't know what a quirk is.) Faults: When Rushriver is angered, it is extremely hard to calm him down. His white fur is also very hard to camouflage, causing him to rarely ever go on sneak-attack or stalking missions. Skills: Does well in battle and in spars. (Even though I don't like RPing spars, I feel like I'm always on the fencepost inbetween stu-ism. Or offending someone, which I'm rather good at.) He is responsible. History: Rushriver was born in Holt Waverip, where Clearstream is from. The two families were very close, and the babes grew up together. The Wildrivers went out of the Holt for a time to visit a fellow tribe of otters. When they returned, the family found the Holt in shambles. An epidemic had swept through, killing most beasts. Clearstream and her younger sister were taken away by a few of their mother's relatives.
After his friend left, Rushriver was forced to grow up fast. Having only a younger sister, he and several other young boys were needed to rebuild. His father didn't like how he grew up playing with a girl, no matter how tomboy-ish she was; therefore, he was glad when Rushriver spent time with young men as he grew older. Short (3 - 15 paragraphs) RP Example: *A single beast strode through the trees towards Precante Jagtooth. Even during his brief seige at Otter's Fort, the stoat had made more enemies than he had men. Precante snickered when he saw the lone beast.* Heh, the' jus' sen' me one t' kill? *Dark eyes blazed from the inside of a navy hood as a low chuckle emitted from its depths.* But, will you kill the warrior? Blades break easily... *The stoat hated being made fun of. Seeing that his thin blade was subject, he shrieked as he leapt at the beast. The hood fell off his opponent as the charge was side-stepped easily. Rushriver Wildriver lifted the javelin from his side calmly, trying to annoy his enemy.* Ye can kill or torture as many defenseless villagers as ye want with your army, but when you fight alone there's nobeast ta protect ye. *Precante ran forward foolishly, and the javelin speared his left arm. Swinging his thin fencing blade, he managed to stab The White Otter's shoulder. But it was all in vain, because a dagger grew out of his chest in mere seconds!
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